ramonbautista:

YOU HAVE 4 SHOTS. make them count

kailangan mo ng presence of mind at presence of face sa photobooth. smile, tuck in your tummy and think 3 poses ahead para hindi ka mukang 2x2 picture sa pinakamalapit na xeroxan

pose 1: one calorie smile. instead of saying “cheese”, say “unli-rice” for that half-smile

pose 2: smile with sound. lagyan ng sound ang smile and say “AHA-HA-HA” out loud. ang peg ay pang chickenjoy billboard

pose 3: pucha may camera pala, pero ok lang pogi naman ako-serious. kunyari di ka pa ready, inaayos mo pa ang suit, tie, sleeves, glasses, nag iisip ka pa ng pogi things to do. pero sanay kang ma picture-an. afterall, pogi ka, at ang mga pogi, camera magnet.

pose 4: “wacky”. ginagawa ko jan yung “oh-shit may ginawa nanaman akong kabobohan look”. di ka dapat takot magmukang tanga. itodo mo kasi ang half baked mukang tanga, is 100 percent mukang tanga. gets?

February 19 2012 was a fateful day.

Im out of words as to how long I have waited for this day, for Evanescence to come here and perform.

When I heard about the concert, and that was way back December 2011, I knew Id die a painful death if I wouldnt be able to watch their concert.

This was taken a  few minutes before they opened the gates.

…what the fuck?! cant feel my legs!!! Crap!

January 3rd. That fateful day. Lunchtime was make or break…

am I or am I not?

Never felt anything I should at that point, but I wasnt that anxious… he’ll come when he wants to, I kept on repeating to myself, like a mantra. He was due the 1st of January, but 2 days later, there he was, still kicking inside me. I was thinking it was fine, since I heard 2nd borns are usually late…

…that feels funny, miss operating-room-nurse… should I sleep? can I? I dont feel him kicking anymore. IM NOT FRICKIN FEELING ANYTHING! Im ok… breathe… WHY ARE YOU TYING ME TO THE BED???

On the car ride to the hospital, I was dead calm. Funny though, a few moments earlier I was close to panic. I DO NOT PANIC, AT ALL, EVER! No, let me rephrase that, I WAS PANICKING! the OB told me this cannot wait til tomorrow, she said she’s gotta “do” me.

WHERE AM I GONNA GET 60K?

that’s ok, I said, anything for my little baby. breathe in, breathe out. that’s the way to do it. Calmly now, there you go. The guy nurse told me I was kinda “cool” for someone who’s gonna give birth… I told him, Im not going through labor anyway, I slid as calmly as hell into my hospital dress, not foreseeing that it would be the last thing Id wear for the next 4 days, I think.

ok lang po matulog mommy ha?…

eerrr. right. Ikaw kaya manganak?

Uhm… this pink thing in front of me’s kinda NOT letting me breathe. It’s not letting me see anything either. Huh? What was that? I CANT FEEL MY LEGS!!

Uhm. Ok. I gave birth already, now what? Why am I alone in this bed? WHY AM I STILL TIED TO THE BED???LET ME OUT!!!

When I heard erylle cry his lungs out, I knew it was over. The long wait was over. There he was, wrinkly and all. Ah. My baby boy. It was like having Nyx all over again. Though, I didnt lose conciousness this time. I slept. Really slept.

Miss, the contractions are killing me. I dont think the anesthesia worked…what are you doing?! what’s that doing in your hand? NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!! Dont… that drug… stung my veins… not feeling anything… thanks…

When I was being brought to my room, err, ward-room, it was yet another ordeal.

“ma’am, deep breath lang po ha? On three po, one… two… three… “

I was about to flick my finger, but was too weak to do so. Everything went black everytime they heaved me into a strecher and into my bed. I fell asleep almost instantly. I woke up Über hungry and in unexplainable pain. Oh, and in sweat, too. The frickin AC ward wasnt AC-ish at all. They needed to bring in a huge fan so I can get some cool air.

…di, ano itsura ni erylle?

syempre kamukha ko…

kapal.

oo nga! ito yung video nya pati picture…

hinde, kamukha ko pa rin.

They asked me to try and sit up first, then walk to the restroom. That time, I thought Id be in diapers for half a year! But thank goodness, I was able to sit then lie, then develop a fever, then try again, and repeat the process. I walked from my bed to the restroom, walk back then check my temperature.

…di gutom na ko.

hindi ka pwede kumain sabi nung nurse…

I was only allowed to eat jelly ace till I pass air, that way they can make sure my insides are still doing their thing.

I went home with a binder and a sliced-open belly. ISA NAKONG OPERADA! in a non-cosmetic way. I was bed ridden for weeks. It was all worth it. If asked If I’ll go through it again, I would. But this time, with enough savings…

… di wala na milk si erylle…

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Ako ay isang call girl. Bow.

what happens everyday in a call center isnt what everybody’s thinking about. Non-call center agents who think they know our life, doesnt have a frickin, idea what we do.

Heard in a call center:

“ma’am, can I hold you?”

“can I hold you more?”

“ma’am please hold on, coz if you hold on, your dreams will never die”

“for english, press one,

for spanish oprimir numer dos

for oily face, pressed powder…”

*panalo to

“ma’am did you refresh yourself?”

PAK!!!

movies/books i llllluuurrrvvvee.

~ romy and michelle’s highschool reunion.

funny enough, the first time i watched this is when I think I was still in grade school. back then, i kinda “got” the story already. Though when I watched it again when I reached highschool, it gave me a different perspective. I looked at it in a different way.

~ superstar

molly shannon really made me laugh my ass off in this movie, yet another american highschool movie. But if you look at it closely, it tackles real life situations; having a crush, then realizing that he’s not what you thought he was, having real friends, fighting off bullies, among other stuff. But in reality, it’s a quasi-love story disguised as teen flick! That’s how I see it, though.

~ the harry potter series: books and movies

need i say more?

~ memoirs of a geisha

being a really busy person, it took years before I saw this film. I follow a certain “read the book first before seeing the movie” policy when it comes to all movie adaptations of novels/books. It took me a long time before I got hold of the book then another millenium before I found a copy of the movie (read: sale VCD copies in SM). I guess I love it because of it being semi-historical, and even though it’s yet another cinderella story, the beauty of it all takes you to another world where women can manipulate even the most powerful of men, I think for me, it’s a disguised chick-flick.

~ moulin rouge

im a sucker for musicals, i admit. truth beauty freedom, but above anything else, about love. a tragic love story, the masochist in me love endings like these. this movie is so darn beautiful.

~ chicago

yet another musical i love. i love singing along with the movie.

~ evita

another movie i wanna watch again. and again. and again

~ the perry mason series

my mom’s “pamana”. When I discovered her stash of these books, I started reading them myself and began finishing a book a day. I love how smart and cunning perry mason is, i love the mystery, the trail of finding the truth and everything!! sad thing is, ondoy destroyed all but one book. kainis. it’ll be hard to find those again.

~ charlie’s angels 1 and 2
girl power at it’s best!!

~ bob ong books
ive read all of them, i like how he writes everyday scenarios in its rawness,

~ pugad baboy series

i love the comic’s satirical factor.

~ back to the future 1-3

just the idea of time travel already excites the curious in us

i’ll post more of them…

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what is about the prince william and kate middleton’s wedding that fires up all the action? It’s just a wedding after all, right? WRONG! It’s the wedding of a real-life prince and a commoner in a love story with fairy tale quality. But really, what’s all the racket about? this is the view of a person who always have looked for that prince-ish factor from boys.

Everybody who passed through girlhood cant deny that at one point in their lives, they somehow dreamt of seeing, or being with or, marrying a prince, blame that on those disney princess cartoons. So in their mate-selection, it always counts if that guy is an Über gentleman (read:chivalry), or if the boy has prince-quality good looks. It almost always doesnt happen that way, though. You’d one day realize that, there are no princes that just roam around, princes, in reality get married off with some princess of another country. So when we heard of Prince William, we were like, NOOOOOOOO!!! He is not gonna marry some commoner, no.

Prince William is the modern day prince. Good looks, that jaw-dopping “makahulog-panty” smile. He is that prince in each of our dreams, that someone we always hope to meet someday. Kate MIddleton isnt of noble birth, she was William’s schoolmate and she isnt even somehow connected to any royal family, but there she is, a future queen. Isnt that f*cked up cool?

But we like the story because in every girl around the world, there is a fairy tale inside of them. It’s that story that we keep to remind ourselves of a certain fantasy that takes us away from this world even for just a while. We like it because, it’s that one proof that dreams can come true.

Someday my prince will come
Someday I ‘ll find my love
And how thrilling that moment will be
When the prince of my dreams comes to me
He’ll whisper I love you
And steal a kiss or two
Though he’s far away I’ll find my love someday
Someday when my dreams come true

Someday I’ll find my love
Someone to call my own
And I know at the moment we meet
my heart will start skipping the beats
Someday we’ll say and do
Things we’ve been longing to
Though he’s far away I’ll find my love someday
Someday when my dreams come true

Someday my prince will come
Someday we’ll meet again
And away to his castle we’ll go
To be happy forever I know
Someday when spring is here
We’ll find our love anew
And the birds will sing and weddingbells will ring
Someday when my dreams come true

Though we might not always meet our prince william, we can always make our lives sort of a fairy tale come true.

I DEFINITELY need to buy meself a new pair of shoes, been wearing flip flops for the last year or so.

You annoy me so ,and yet here I am, an unwilling victim to your torment. There are stuff we agree upon without any hesitation, but we find ourselves stupidly shouting at each other on the smallest of things. I cant really put into writing that fulfillment I feel everytime I see you and our boys, smiling at my arrival. We laugh, we cry, we’ve gone through the worst of the worst, more than anybody will ever see in their lifetime, and yet, here we are, as strong as ever.

That was the one thing Id never do again, I swore.

They say that when a couple sees a falling star together, they’re meant for eternity.
I remember that night we saw one. And that night, I knew.

Why do filipinos always get associated with food? I mean, for instance, there’s this US reality show contestant who suddenly became proud of being a Filipino ( and I say “suddenly” because, hey, admit it or not, you havent exactly been flaunting your nationality when you were still a nobody) and when they get the chance to have an interview with the person, first thing they ask? WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE FILIPINO FOOD? isnt there anything more patriotic of a question than their favorite food? Yes, we have a great diversity of food, there’s absolutely nothing wrong with asking that. I gues what Im trying to say is that, there’s more to being a filipino than just food.

We filipinos love to eat, A LOT. The reason of obesity for a million filipinos. We start the day with breakfast, then a mid breakfast-lunch snack, then brunch, on to lunch with a merienda after, dinner, after dinner pica-pica and for some, they still have a midnight snack. Im not denying guilt of these charges your honor, but eating, alone, does not define us as a nation.

Why cant they ask things like, “what are you most proud of, as a filipino?” “if you were to boast of a certain tourist spot here in the philippines, what would that be?” “what filipino trait would you say you have that was instilled in you by your parents, growing up?”. There’s probably a hundred more questions that would be appropriate in those situations. Some of those fil-american peepz just have a Filipino last name. Hardly everyone knows straight Tagalog, even. why dont they just ask them how they can define themselves as filipinos? what makes you a filipino?

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Minsan, masyado na lang natin idinidikit ang pagiging pilipino sa mga taong sumisikat sa ibang bansa. Pilipino daw yung bagong finalist sa Amazing race, yung contestant sa American idol, yung sumikat na video sa Youtube. Pero bakit palihim nating itinanggi ang pagkakaugnayan sa isang pilipinong nadawit sa isang misdemeanor case sa US? Bakit bigla niyo nang itinanggi ang pagkapilipino niya? Ganyan ba talaga? Hangga’t sikat ka, pwede mong ipagsigawang pilipino ka, pag may kaso, ayun! iwanan sa ere. Ganun ba talaga tayong mga pilipino? Hindi naman yata tama yun. Bakit yung taong may kaso, hindi niyo tinanong ang paborito niyang pagkaing pinoy?

May isang sikat na batang pinay ngayon na umani ng milyong-milyong puri dahil sa angkin niyang galing sa pagkanta. Pero teka, bakit pag may interview siya sa ibang bansa eh ibang paraan ng pananalita ng gamit niya, slang, at may ihip ng pagiging kano? Kala ko ba eh proud siyang maging pilipino? may mali naman yata dun.

Ipinagmamalaki kong ako’y pilipino, hindi dahil sa pagkain, sa pananamit, sa pananalita o sa kahit ano pa man, Dito ako isinilang, dito ako lumaki. Nakita ko kung paano mamuhay ang mga pilipino, bumangon mula sa pagkabagsak at magbunyi sa bawat tagumpay. Maaring marami na nga tayong pagkakamali, bilang tao at bilang isang bansa, pero naniniwala ako sa laging may naghihintay na susunod na pagkakataon. Naniniwala pa rin akong may pag-asa pa. Kahit matagal, alam kong kayang maghintay ang mga pilipino.

repost from FB notes

i browsed through an album of a highschool batchmate’s photos just now and it showed a great deal of photos of some sort of a reunion, not of the entire batch but of their few select “in” friends. looking back, i was so damn grateful i didnt try to fit in to any group of friends, most importantly THEIR group, though some of them were nice acquiantances. why? coz when i think about it, i never really was into a “group”. i was a two’s-a-company-three’s-a-crowd kinda person. i had a highschool “tropa” that was made up of like, 4 girls, but that was it.
Then again, maybe i did try to fit in, but since i was a nerdy rebellious teenager, i only kept friends who i think shares the same way of thinking as i do.

back then, you’d have to be as popular as hell to be one of them, though not everyone had one tiny bit of brain in them. LOL. you’d have to be handpicked by a self-proclaimed sort of goddess so you can hang out with them. you’d have to go through some kind of rite of passage, like be a heavy drinker or be rich for example. but sometimes, you’d just have to be randomly picked by them. so if you dont pass their standards, youre out.

i was like a castout back then. i keep a little bit of brain and i spoke my mind, i had something to say. i guess they didnt like that, but those who did ended up to be some of my closest friends. we never picked who we wanted to be friends with, we clung together like a few pieces of magnet.

im happy to say that the friendships i keep needs no everyday conversations to strengthen. we were out of touch for a gazillion years and yet it’s as if time never passed. i didnt get to have a big group of friends, maybe i just wasnt made for that. But i believe that what i share with these few people is the strongest of any form of bond any man can have.